Wesley Corpus

Take our load of guilt away : Fain we would on thee rely, Cast on thee our every care ; To thine arms of mercy fly, Find our lasting quiet there. 3 Burden'd with a world of grief, Burden'd with our sinful load, Burden'd with this unbelief, Burden'd with the wrath of God ; Lo ! we come to thee for ease, True and gracious as thou art ; Now our groaning souls release, Write forgiveness on our heart. HYMN 30. 6-8's. 1 \\THERE shall my wondering soul begin ? * ' How shall I all to heaven aspire ? A slave redeem'd from death and sin, A brand pluck'd from eternal fire, How shall I equal triumphs raise, Or sing my great Deliverer's praise? 34 The Goodness of God. 2 () how shall I the goodness tell, Father, which thou to me hast shovv'd? That I, a child of w rati 1 and hell, I should he call'd a child of God, Should know, should feel my sins forgiven. Blest with this antepast of heaven ! 3 And shall 1 slight my Father's love ? Or basely fear his gifts to own ? Unmindful of his favours prove ? Shall I, the hallow'd cross to shun, Refuse his righteousness to' impart, By hiding it within my heart ? 4 No : though the ancient Dragon rage, And call forth all his host to war ; Though earth's self-righteous sons engage ; - Them, and their god, alike I dare ; Jesus, the sinner's Friend, proclaim ; Jesus, to sinners still the same. 5 Outcasts of men, to you I call, Harlots, and publicans, and thieves \ He spreads his arms to' embrace you all ; Sinners alone his grace receives : No need of him the righteous have ; He came the lost to seek and save. 6 Come, O my guilty brethren, come, Groaning beneath your load of sin ; His bleeding heart shall make you room ; His open side shall take you in : He calls you now, invites you home ; Come, O my guilty brethren, come ! 7 For you the purple current flow'd In pardons from his wounded side ; Languish'd for you the' eternal God ; For you the Prince of Glory died : Believe, and all your sin \s forgiven ; Only believe, and yours is heaven !